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Likes me a man that can cook
🥰 yet another Senshi because I’m enamored w that dwarf
Hell Yeah
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I added pictures to try and explain the cartoon better!
solid
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gender is a performance and im getting heckled by those old gay muppets
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Whoever is running the official Discworld Instagram account made a Happy Jubilee post today and… I think they may have misjudged the mood of some sections of the Discworld fandom.
This is only within the last couple of hours; I wouldn’t be surprised if this list of comments and quotes grows over the course of the Jubilee weekend.
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Some One Piece devil fruit users as little animals :)
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“You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become” - Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
pitbullmabari
it’s seasonal lads
pitbullmabari
IT’S SEASONAL AGAIN LADS
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This but in a complaining about not letting Ornstein take a nap, sort of way.
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OKAY by popular request (on twitter).. phoenix wright coffee mug ych ! they’re $15, or $20 if you want a different drink (matcha boba tea in the example but it can be whatever);
Email me at sugardriftart[at]gmail[.]com if you’d be interested in grabbing one!
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I need a Thank u Mr Terry tag
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Doing a batch sale on my YCHs ! If you buy at least two of these, get 15% off your total! You can use different characters; +$2 per YCH fee may be applied for very complex designs or large wings. Email me at sugardriftart[at]gmail[.]com if you’d be interested in grabbing some!
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[My father’s] funeral showed me that [he] meant many things to many people, and we were all grieving for different versions of him, when he felt most ours. For my mother, it was their early years together when they were semi self-sufficient, grew their own vegetables and had goats in the front garden and chickens in the back. For his manager Rob, it was sitting side by side, helping him keep the words flowing and making him the odd ‘glug’–a coffee with a tot of brandy. Or, on harder days, a brandy with a tot of coffee. For me, the dad I grieved most for, and still do, is the one I remember as a kid.
We didn’t have much money, but I hardly noticed when there were woods and fields to run around in, trees to climb, and animals to play with. Dad and I often walked around the countryside while he taught me which wild plants were edible and showed me hidden caves and pools in the middle of the forest. He used to whistle loudly. I could never get the hang of it, so instead he taught me the words to The Rhubarb Tart Song and Whose Pigs Are These? We would sing them loudly, joyfully, the wildlife fleeing before us.
Dad was someone who committed to the narrative of a situation rather more than the practicality. So he would wrap me up and take me out of bed in the middle of the night to show me the glow-worms in the hedge or Halley’s Comet blazing across a star-filled sky. For him, his daughter seeing these marvels of nature was much more important than sleeping, which I could do any time. He didn’t teach me magic, he showed me it.
–Rhianna Pratchett (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)
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Stupid BOY! Leaving the Underworld is what all true wretches strive for!
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Anonymous asked:
you’re a fucking hamtaro blogger who the fuck cares what you think. stop making political posts and stick to posting hamtaro memes.
Are you mad that I get more pussy than you?
this website is wildly out of control